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(This is a true story and first names are also true. Events from 30 Oct 25 night) The quiet hum of the hotel bar in London, Ontario, wrapped around me like a secret as I nursed my beer after a long day delivering my lecture at the two-day professional conference. I'd arrived earlier for the event, stepping out to the wooded trail behind the hotel to spark up a joint, the fresh outdoor air mixing with the weed's mellow haze as I inhaled deep under the trees. The high lingered, buzzing through my veins, sharpening my senses without dulling the edge of my hunger. London was buzzing with club-level hockey playoffs, and one of the teams had crashed in the same hotel—most players had hit the ice earlier, but the post-game energy still crackled in the air. The rest of the team slowly slipped into their rooms to sleep, leaving just two lingering at the end of the bar: Ryan and Chris, mid-forties white-collar pros who doubled as players on the squad, their athletic builds honed from years on the rink and in the gym. They were friends, dressed down post-game in casual polos that clung to their broad shoulders and sweatpants that outlined powerful legs, Ryan's clean-shaven face and strong jaw exuding that executive confidence even off the ice, Chris with neatly trimmed hair and glasses perched on his chiseled features, his frame radiating quiet dominance. I'd changed out of my conference suit into casual clothes before hitting the bar—light grey running tights that hugged my legs and accentuated my bubble butt, the thin fabric riding low enough to expose the deep crack of my ass when I leaned forward. As I bent over the bar to order my drink, I felt their eyes lock on, Ryan's gaze tracing the curve of my cheeks, Chris shifting on his stool with a low whistle under his breath. The exposure sent a thrill through me, my hole twitching under the material, knowing it drew them in like a magnet. The bartender, a younger graduate student in his mid-twenties moonlighting at the bar for extra cash, poured my beer with a knowing smirk, his sharp features and lean build suggesting he balanced studies with late-night shifts. He was efficient, chatting lightly about the playoffs chaos filling the hotel. I caught Ryan's glance first, his green eyes locking on mine with a spark of interest, fueled by the view of my ass. I shifted on my stool, letting my knee brush his as he ordered another round. 'Tough playoffs game?' I asked, voice low, the weed making me bold. He grinned, wiping a hand over his damp polo from the earlier exertion. 'We pulled it off, but with the team crashing out now, it's just us left to unwind after the conference crowd clears.' Chris leaned in, his subtle cologne cutting through the bar's haze. 'You here for the event? You look like prime company in those tights.' Their flirtation hit quick—Ryan's hand grazing my thigh under the bar, Chris whispering about heading upstairs for 'private negotiations,' his fingers itching to explore the crack they'd eyed. I nodded, pulse quickening, my cock stirring against the tight fabric as they sketched the scene: me sandwiched between them, no barriers, just urgent release. The bartender polished glasses nearby, clearly catching every word, his eyes flicking our way, lingering on the heat building and the way my tights outlined my form. We wrapped up plans—my room in ten—and the two guys headed up first, the bar emptying as the last echoes of the team's footsteps faded down the halls. 'Put it on my room,' I told the grad student bat tender sliding my keycard details over. He nodded, jotting down 312 with a subtle grin, the quiet amplifying my anticipation as he locked up. I slipped back to my room, heart pounding, the high turning every step into foreplay. They were waiting outside when I opened the door, polos tugged off to reveal smooth, toned torsos marked by faint bruises from the game and tan lines from outdoor practices. Ryan pulled me in by the waist, his mouth claiming mine in a deep, commanding kiss, tongue probing like he was checking for weaknesses on the ice. Chris pressed from behind, hands roaming my chest, pinching nipples until I gasped into Ryan's mouth, his palms sliding down to squeeze the bubble of my ass through the tights. 'That crack at the bar had us hooked, especially with the team finally bedding down,' Ryan murmured, stripping the light grey fabric away along with my shirt. I fumbled for the poppers in my bag, inhaling deep as they shoved the tights down my thighs, the rush hitting hard, loosening my body and firing up every nerve. Naked now, I dropped to my knees between them, their cocks springing free from their sweatpants—Ryan's thick and veined, Chris's longer with a pronounced upward curve. I took Ryan first, lips stretching around his girth, sucking deep while stroking Chris. They groaned, hands in my hair, guiding me back and forth. 'Skilled tongue, especially after teasing us with that ass while the rest of the guys headed up,' Chris muttered, thrusting shallowly past my lips. The weed kept me relaxed, savoring the musky taste post-game, but the poppers made it electric, my throat opening as they face-fucked me in turns. Ryan hauled me up, bending me over the bed. His fingers probed my ass, spitting on them for lube before sliding two in, scissoring rough against the deep crack they'd admired. I moaned, pushing back, the stretch burning sweet. Chris knelt in front, feeding me his dick again, muffling my cries. 'Ready for bareback?' Ryan asked, voice husky from the exertion. I nodded around Chris's shaft, begging with my eyes. He lined up, pressing his fat head against my hole—no condom, just skin on skin—and thrust in slow at first, then deep, filling me inch by inch. The poppers' wave crested again as I huffed from the bottle on the nightstand, my ring relaxing to take him fully, every ridge dragging inside me. He started pounding, hips slamming forward, balls slapping my skin with wet smacks. Chris pulled out of my mouth, watching with a grin before joining, sliding under me on the bed. Ryan lifted my hips, and Chris guided his cock to my entrance—easing in after Ryan withdrew, his length spearing deeper, hitting spots that made my vision spark. Ryan straddled my chest, jerking his slick cock over my face, dripping pre-cum on my lips. I licked it up, sucking his balls as Chris reamed me, the bed creaking under his powerful drives. They flipped me onto my back, legs over Ryan's shoulders now. He plunged in, folding me in half, his post-game sweat mingling with mine as he kissed me hard. Chris stroked himself beside us, then leaned in to suck my nipples, biting just enough to sting. Ryan's thrusts turned brutal, prostate hammered relentlessly, my cock leaking untouched onto my stomach. 'Gonna fill you up,' he grunted, beads of sweat tracing his defined abs from the rink. I snatched the poppers, inhaling sharp—the chemical high blending with the lingering weed to push me over, my body clenching as I came hands-free, ropes of cum splattering my chest. Ryan followed seconds later, burying deep and pulsing, hot seed flooding my guts, thick and warm. He pulled out slow, cum dribbling from my hole, and Chris dove right in, using the fresh slick to glide smooth. His pace was faster, hips snapping like he was chasing a loose puck, churning Ryan's load into a frothy mess. I wrapped my legs around him, urging deeper, the fullness overwhelming. Another hit of poppers, and I floated as he unloaded, jets mixing inside me, overflowing with each pull back. They collapsed beside me, breathing heavy, cocks softening against my thighs. 'That hit the spot after the game and with the team finally out cold,' Ryan said, tracing a finger through the mess on my skin. We lay there, sticky and spent, until my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Unknown number—hotel line. I answered, voice hoarse. 'Hey, it's the bartender from downstairs—the grad student pulling shifts. Overheard your plans and saw your room on the tab. Mind if I come feel that body under me? Bar's shut down, and the halls are quiet now.' Chris and Ryan exchanged smirks, nodding me on. 'Door's open,' I said, hanging up, cock twitching back to life. He arrived quick, stripping as he entered, his body wiry but toned from campus runs, cock average but hard and ready. Both the guys watched from the bed, stroking lazily as he climbed over me, pinning my wrists above my head. 'Been stiff since you leaned over the bar in those tights,' he confessed, kissing down my neck, tasting the salt. His mouth found my nipples, sucking hard, then trailed lower to lap at the cum on my stomach. I arched, the weed's outdoor buzz still mellowing the intensity, but his weight grounded me. He flipped me onto my stomach, spreading my cheeks to see the mess—cum leaking from my used hole. 'Damn, that's inviting, especially after eyeing that deep crack,' he murmured, diving in with his tongue, rimming deep, slurping the combined loads. I moaned into the pillow, pushing back as he ate me out, his stubble scraping sensitive skin. The poppers bottle was within reach; I huffed it, the rush making his licks feel like fire. Satisfied, he mounted me, sliding his cock in easy through the slickness, groaning at the warmth. His fucks were steady, hips rolling deep, grinding against my prostate with each push. The two guys joined in—Ryan feeding me his semi-hard dick, Chris fingering my mouth. The bartender gripped my hips, pounding harder, the room filling with slaps and grunts. 'Still gripping like a vice,' he panted, spanking my ass red. I clenched around him, milking his shaft, and he came quick—spurting inside, adding to the flood, his body shuddering over mine. He rolled off, spent, joining the pile of bodies. We lay tangled, the air thick with sex and satisfaction, my ass throbbing full, already craving the next high amid the conference whirl and playoff vibes, the hotel silent now with the team tucked away.

Since I'm older (67), I started with bareback sex as the norm. For a long time, I was largely compliant with condom-only, though there were those impulsive moments. As one of my first infectious disease specialists commented, it is unrealistic to expect 100% compliance with condom usage given the strength of the sex drive. It was in the 2010s that a guy I hooked up with (having disclosed my HIV undetectable status) asked as he was about to enter me if I "wanted the load." My response was "This is an option?" If he was okay with it, I felt it would be fine. Shortly thereafter, PeP and PreP became "a thing," and I haven't looked back though I always disclose right up front if there's any question of sexual contact. I had some unpleasant experiences even when only the safest of safe sex was on the menu. So for better or for worse, I filter prospects with an outright announcement of my HIV status. If someone doesn't want to be with me at all given that, then I'd rather know ASAP. Right now I have a few reliable FWBs (met online) who are fine with the whole thing. Occasionally, I'll try someone "new," but it rarely works out well.

and I love you back - all of you load-hungry bottoms. I do "get" it - we Tops have what you crave, and you bottoms have what we need. I call that a win/win all the way around. That's probably true, but the more interesting question would be ... WHY ? Tops would be a really pissed off bunch of guys if there weren't bottoms in love with hard raw cock to breed them, over and over and over again. If Tops really looked down their noses at cumdumps, they wouldn't interact with them, and certainly wouldn't breed them. Tops honor, respect, and uphold that which they crave. Period. If it weren't for cumdumps, we Tops would be one damn crabby lot. Let's face it: any guy can fuck other guys; it's those that need, crave, and go get topcock breeding their holes - cock after cock after cock - that are the most-needed guys.

You truly are a cumdumps dream 😉 thank you for your service

Life and death, in WAR! There are way too many able bodies doing nothing and just looking for a handout. As for foreign aid, why should the USA, (I am in Sweden) fund the world? Why should hard working American Taxpayers (that is whom is paying for all), be fitting the bill? Does not make any sense. As for safety net, Welfare! In Sweden, Welfare consists of rent, hospital visits, electricity, and a stipend of around $500.00 for food clothing and necessities. Every month when applying, one must also enclose their bank statement, jobs they have searched for, and be in a program that helps them find a job. If they do not attend the program or are lax in anything, they lose their benefit for that month. Welfare is to help you for a while, not be dependent on it for life.

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I am in Paris at the moment. Always happy to be in you, dearie! As usual I’ve been trolling the apps and having a bunch of hookups and also had a sex party last night at a private residence. The sex party was okay, the main downside was that it seemed to revolve more around sucking than fucking and that always bores me to no end! Well anyway let me tell you about some fun hookups and loads! 1) The big dicked friendly married French pig. So he’s really into sluts and he gave me 3 loads in two hookups so far. He loves to fuck a loaded hole so it’s been great fun. 2) The HUGE dicked non binary twink. Sometimes I seem to attract some unusual types and this time was a huge surprise (pun intended). After I had a few loads yesterday my last hookup before going out was with a non-binary top. Well the dick looked good and they claimed to be top only so who am I to judge. Good thing I didn’t judge as this queen in high heeled boots and androgynous clothing walks in. But after the clothes came flying off yeah it’s a real man and as the excitement grew so did the dick. In fact almost comically so as on the pics it looked like a nice big dick but in reality it was about 50% thicker and 20% longer. Well good thing I’m no virgin LOL as they punish fucked me for an hour before cumming deeeeeep inside me making sure I was getting well pregnant. Surprise of the year! I told them that their dick was much bigger than on the picture and that I reckoned many guys their age would have problems taking it which they admitted and said why it was nice to just go loose on me as I could take it lol. So there you go my first truly humbling experience with a fem / non-binary top. 3) Meeting several guys that fucked me in previous Paris trips. Love connecting to old lovers and rekindling connections like that. Why I love being gay. Needless to say my ass has been wet with cum since I landed more or less, but taking a well deserved rest today before some more fun tomorrow lol.

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I went on a trip with my high school buddies after we all graduated from college. We were backpacking around Europe and when we got to Berlin it turned out we were planning to leave the day of their pride festival (Christopher Street Day I think it was called). So I told my friends I was going to stay in Berlin a couple extra days and I would meet them in Venice (they went to prague first then Venice). I put my stuff in a locker at the train station and went to the festival. I ended up meeting a local and stayed with him for two days as his personal sex toy (we were both verse). So I pretty much traded sex for a couple nights in a real bed as I had spent the previous few nights in a tent at a campground. Now that I'm older I have engaged the services of some young men. I don't have to pay for it, sometime it's just easier to have one off and not worry about the young men getting attached. My two thoughts on it are, as I heard Charlie Sheen phrase it once, I don't pay to have sex, I'm paying for them to go away afterwards; and my other thought as someone that has several boys, it's cheaper to rent than to own.

There’s a treasure island media video “what I can’t see #2” the bottom is taking on dick and loads through the glory hole. In one scene a big black cock comes through the hole. We see the bottom jerk off on his hand. He collects his own cum and applies it to the bbc, turns around and starts back up and fucking himself. The bbc starts pounding the bottom and the audio picks up the grunts and pumps of the wall as the bbc cums in the bottom. Pulling out a drop of cum is noticed glistening on the tip of the bbc’s cock. The proof of insemination. The bottom’s 8th anon load not counting his own. My favorite seen till this day. I search out for the opening clip all the time.

I've mentioned before, I've had some medical issues over the years. I take Viagra but, even so, certain situations just don't work for me. I suspect this is because I'm not aroused and, if I'm gonna get hard, I need to be aroused more now than say 40 years ago 🙂 All this is to say I used to wear a condom, if the bottom insisted on it. I wouldn't volunteer. Now, I don't think I could maintain an erection in a condom. So if someone is going to be insistent, they'll have to settle for oral (which I actually prefer anyway) or I'll just leave.

I've no idea whether this is all real or partly fiction, but the friend of yours that you call Jenny made me think of a person I used to know... I knew her under the name of Jen Mey.... might it be the same person?

i am married to a woman and still negative, i don't take prep and like the risk to get hiv.

Hell yeah. A few years ago I got chatting with an young Italian lad in a bar. He was hot and we got on well. He said he was in London for a two week holiday but didn’t have much money for hotels. I said he could stay at my place if he’d let me fuck him bareback and cum in his arse at least once a day. He agreed and he was true to his word. I bred that boy every day for 2 weeks.

It depends on how one defines "whore." I've met some cumdumps who basically wanted to be a human fleshlight and limited what they'd allow the top to do. That works for some tops but it often isn't enough to arouse me, even with Viagra. Conversely, I've met some guys who view their job as satisfying their top -- and usually themselves -- whatever it took. I've had some really good times with those guys. No expectations of a LTR or even an extended play session. Their body count per session is a lot lower but I've always left drained,

Yeah, I fucked a lad the day after his 16th birthday. I met him before that and he wanted to fuck but I made him wait until he was 16. It was worth it. I teased and stretched his hole then I mounted him and broke him in gently but firmly. I enjoyed giving him his first (of many) loads

I agree with this, up to a point. When it's literally life and death, the government should provide a safety net. Especially in the US, where costs of meds aren't as regulated as elsewhere. PrEP, for instance, used to cost me about $200-300/month. I can afford that but a lot of people can't. HIV would spread much faster than it does now if people had to go without, which is clearly not in the public interest. In terms of HIV but also many other diseases, where this really hits home is research, which is largely funded by NIH and other orgs. That's been decimated. With HIV, some meds (admittedly, not the cutting edge stuff) are relatively inexpensive especially when produced overseas for those markets. Even so, lots of people in the Third World can't afford it. The foreign aid that the US recently cut will be a death sentence for a lot of those people unless other funders step in. All of this predates the government shutdown and will continue well after it's resolved.

I have always wanted to attend one of these as a mare, but am unable to now due to health reasons. They move around to various cities in the country. I'm on their mailing list.